Lo and Behold! Songtext
von Bob Dylan

I pulled out for San Anton′
I never felt so good
My woman said she'd meet me there
And of course, I knew she would

The coachman, he hit me for my hook
And he asked me my name
I give it to him right away
Then I hung my head in shame

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outta here, my dear man

I come into Pittsburgh
At 6:30 flat
I found myself a vacant seat
And I put down my hat

"What′s the matter, Molly, dear?
What's the matter with your mound?"
"What's it to ya, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town!"


Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outta here, my dear man

I bought myself a herd of moose
One she could call her own
Well, she came out the very next day
To see where they had flown

I′m going down to Tennessee
Get me a truck or something
Gonna save my money and rip it up

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outta here, my dear man

Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel
And boys, I sure was slick
I come in like a ton of bricks
Laid a few tricks on them

Going back to Pittsburgh
Count up to 30
Round that horn and ride that herd
Gonna thread up


Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outta here, my dear man